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All Through The Night || csc x fem!reader

title from Lean On Me

Summary: You've been working too hard and sleeping too little, an unfortunate habit of yours. Not to worry, Cheol has a way of getting you to sleep.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4.5k

Content warnings: SOFTDOM BOYFIE!CHEOL, porn with a modicum of plot, friends to lovers but i didn't show that here bc i didn't feel like it sorryyyyyyy, he's in love with you (i feel like y'all know what you're getting into by now, he's always gonna be in love w u in my fics), reader goes into subspace a lil, reader gets a lil teary eyed, oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl), one spank, throat holding, manhandling (gently), UTI mention

tagging: @confusedbansheee (u ask for cheol so i give u cheol) @lenireads @junhui-recs (gonna work on jun for u next bby) @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts (i love you too!!!!)

Seungcheol eyes your shaking fingers and baggy under eyes with displeasure. He’d already asked you when you slept last and you’d said ‘yesterday, I think.’ 

You think. 

The bright blue glow of your laptop illuminates the lip bitten between your teeth and worried furrow between your brows, and Cheol doesn’t think he can take it. 

He knows you haven’t slept well in days. 

He knows you don’t want to worry him. 

He also knows there’s one sure fire way to get you to sleep. 

But if he’s too obvious, you’ll resist, not wanting to give in to the help he’s desperate to give you.

So, he’ll have to be smart about this, take it slow. 

“Baby, come over here?” Cheol calls softly from the bed. 

You glance over, eyes softening when you see the look on his face, before you shake your head and say, “I just need to finish this, they need it by next week.”

“Yea, sweetheart, next week, you have plenty of time. Just come lay down with me for a second, I miss you,” Cheol adds in a bit of a whine and a pout for good measure. 

He sees your shoulders bunch up next to your ears before they relax with a sigh, and you push away from the desk with heavy limbs. 

Your steps seem leaden as you stumble towards the bed, legs shaking like a little baby deer, and Cheol rises from his lounging position to pull you between his knees. 

He smooths his hands from your hips up to your shoulders, digging his fingers in a little to get at the knots that always plague you after sitting at the desk for hours. 

Working your trapezius between thumbs and pointer fingers, Cheol lets his eyes wander over your face. Your eyelids have fallen closed, body swaying slightly in his grip, and he aches at the tired set of your mouth and the pinch of your brows. 

It had been hard enough to see you like this when you were just friends, when there wasn’t anything he could do to make you listen to him.

Now that you’re together, it’s worse, because he knows he can fix it but he doesn’t know if you’ll let him. 

So for now, Cheol just runs his hands from your shoulders to your hips, stopping for a quick squeeze, and continues onto your thighs. He pulls you closer, pressing his face into your tummy and grumbling softly because he knows you like how it feels. 

When your body loses some of its tension and more of your weight rests on him, he knows he’s got you. 

Cheol doesn’t want to move too fast though, knows you take some coaxing, so he leaves his face in your belly and starts kneading your thighs.

He’s always loved how they feel under his hands, plush and soft and warm, and he loves even more how they feel under his mouth. 

Cheol can feel you getting sleepier, and knows he needs to act soon if he’s going to act at all.

He wouldn’t care if you did just want to go to bed, he’d never pressure you or expect you to let him do this, but he knows it’s the only way to get you to fall asleep AND stay asleep. 

Cheol’s not sure if you’ll be up for it, tired and stubborn as you are, but it’s worth a try. So he starts shifting back, pulling you with him until he can lift one thigh up and settle your knee on the bed beside his hip. Your standing leg quivers, muscles weak from sitting at the desk for so long, and he swiftly pulls that leg up too, so you’re straddling him on the bed. 

He lets you sink down into his lap, moving his head from your belly to your neck, wrapping you up tight in his arms. The remaining tightness leaves your body and you heave out a sigh, resting your forehead in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

He rocks you for a bit, humming so you can feel the vibrations in his throat (and because you love his voice), before letting himself fall back onto the bed. 

Cheol loves feeling you on top of him like this, his own personal weighted blanket, soothing and cozy and familiar. If he didn’t have a mission to accomplish, he could easily fall asleep like this, evidenced by his own eyes getting heavy. 

But Cheol does have a task to complete and he won’t give up now, so he starts pushing off with one leg and tilting his body to the side, rolling over until he’s on top of you. You hum and snuggle deeper into his neck, but he can feel the restlessness rising back up in you, in the foot you wiggle and the fingers tapping rhythmically on his back. 

He lets you wake up a bit more, doesn’t like doing this when you’re too sleepy to participate, and waits until he feels your breath change to start grinding into you. 

Cheol presses his hips down gently, always likes to warm you up a bit, make sure you want it like he does. When he feels you press back, he knows you know what he’s doing. And he knows you’ll let him. 

You don't like to give up control, you like to be in charge in all aspects, except in bed with him. There’s hardly ever a clear power dynamic between you and him, always a give and take, and he loves it. He loves you. 

But sometimes, you need someone to tell you what to do, take the power out of your hands, make the choices for you. 

And Cheol is good at that, loves doing it, when it comes to you. He loves that you let him take care of you like this, put that trust in him, allow him to take the reins that you usually cling to so tightly. 

It can be scary to have this kind of power, this kind of responsibility, but it’s worth it, if it means he can help you. 

You’re seemingly up for it tonight, letting that familiar haze take over your eyes and your body settle further into the bed. He can see your face soften bit by bit, the line between your brows smoothing, unconscious frown relaxing back into the sleepy smile he adores. 

Cheol grinds down a bit harder, sliding his arms out from underneath you to smooth his hands down your body and rest them firmly on your hips. He squeezes at the flesh there before tilting your hips up so his dick can get right at you, your thin pajama shorts letting him get even closer. 

“You want me to help you relax, baby? Huh? Need someone else to do the thinking for a little bit?” He coos down at you, sure it probably sounds patronizing but meaning every word. 

“Yea, Cheol, need you,” you whisper back, whine in your voice, and he can feel the shudder travel all the way from his scalp to his toes. 

It always does something to him when you get like this, all soft and sweet. Cheol doesn’t feel the need to take care of you, to protect you, in your daily life but he does feel the desire. 

He pushes it down because he knows you’re independent and can get shit done yourself, but when you get like this? When you want him to take care of you? 

It activates something in him, something that tells him to kiss you and hold you and love you and fuck you. 

So he does. 

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugs them down gently, and spreads your thighs. Sometimes it helps to give you something to do, so he takes hold of each of your legs behind the knee and pushes them up, waiting until you grab them and hold them up yourself. “Keep them there. Okay, baby?”

Cheol feels heat rush down his spine and into his cock at the sight of you nodding, holding yourself open for him, your pussy already glistening with wetness and practically begging to be filled. 

He’s gotta make you wait though, make sure you’re exhausted enough to sleep by the time he’s done, so he can’t go too fast, can’t slide right in like he wants. 

Instead, he rubs his fingers up and down, spreading your wetness and opening you up slowly. Cheol waits until you’re whining and trying to buck your hips up before letting his fingers glide over your clit. You’re drenched already, little mewls escaping your lips, and he can’t keep you waiting anymore, not when you’re this needy. 

On his next pass, he lets his middle finger catch at your entrance and slip inside, just to the first knuckle, just to give you something to squeeze down on. Cheol won't give you more yet, not until you’re crying for it, but he will give you this. 

And maybe a little more, he thinks, letting you buck your hips until his finger is all the way inside, until you’re clenching down and he can feel your walls undulate around it. You already want to let go, Cheol can tell. But it’s not time yet, you’ll likely only get a few hours if he makes you cum so soon, so he withdraws his finger and shuffles down the bed until he’s eye level with your cunt. 

Cheol can never get enough of seeing you like this, your hands holding your own thighs up and open, pussy clenching around nothing, clit visibly throbbing. He just can’t resist, so he doesn’t anymore. 

All it takes is one firm swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit and Cheol’s groaning into you, voice deep and heavy with want. He can hear your weak whimpers overhead, and from the edge in your voice, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. 

Cheol still won’t let you cum, but he will give you a bit more, sliding his tongue deep into your cunt and letting his nose rub into your folds. He sees your thighs quiver a bit, trying to close but you’re a good girl so you keep them open for him, and he rewards you with two fingers deep inside and his tongue on your clit. 

You’re keening already, cunt clenching around his fingers and trying to suck them in deeper, so he curls them upward and searches for the spot inside that always makes you gush. He knows he’s found it when your hips buck up and you lose your grip on your thighs, letting them down to close around his hand. 

Cheol lands a soft smack on the side of your ass, sliding his fingers out to push your thighs back up. You cry out at the loss, wiggling your hips to try to get his fingers back inside but Cheol levels a stern look at you and asks, “what are you supposed to be doing with your thighs, baby?” 

“Holding them up for you,” you respond with a pout. 

“And what did you do?” Cheol raises a brow at you. 

“I let go.”

Cheol can hear the tears in your voice and see the glistening at your lash line, and decides you’re too delicate for punishment tonight. 

“But you’ll keep them open for me from now on, right baby?“ He asks in a gentle tone, preferring tears of pleasure to tears of guilt. 

“Yes, Cheollie, I’ll keep them open,” you say with a small sniffle and a watery smile, eager to please him and to get his fingers filling you up again. 

“That’s my good girl,” Cheol coos at you, holding your gaze as he dips his head back down to lick at your clit. 

He can feel the shudder run through your body, your grip tightening on your thighs and your eyelids fluttering down. He can’t have that though, needs you to keep them open so they’ll feel tired later, so he says, “Eyes on me, baby,” and waits for you to open them before sinking his fingers inside you, three this time instead of two. 

Cheol has to press his hips into the bed when you cry out, your gaze locked with his and your sweet lips open. He thinks he’s kept you waiting long enough, thinks you’ll get through at least half the night if he makes you cum now, so he starts slowly building you back up. 

He fucks his fingers in deeper, as deep as they can go, and hooks them into your g-spot before sucking your clit into his mouth. Cheol can feel the change in you, can tell you know he’s about to let you cum, and just grinds harder inside you, tapping your clit with his tongue. He groans when he feels more of your wetness seep out around his fingers; you always leak like a faucet when you’re getting close, and he’ll never get enough of it, never get enough of you. 

You start shifting away though, arching against his movements instead of with them, and Cheol pulls off in confusion. 

“S’wrong, baby?” He asks in a throaty voice, panting a bit from having his tongue on you for so long. 

“Wanna cum with you in me, Cheol, please,” you ask weakly, but with a clear voice. 

Hm. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking you tonight with anything but his fingers and tongue but who is he to say no? 

Then again…

“You can cum twice, baby,” Cheol responds with a smile before licking around his fingers and gliding his tongue back up to your clit. 

“Oh, right,” you say breathlessly, letting your hips buck into him again. 

He’s relentless this time, pulling your bundle of nerves into his mouth and laving his tongue over it, leaving his fingers curled inside you so you can set the pace. 

Normally, you like that, but not tonight and he hears you groan in frustration when you can’t get his fingers to move how you want. 

And that’s not what Cheol wants, at all, he only wants to make you feel good, so he starts moving his fingers again. In and out, spreading them slightly each time to open you up for his cock, rubbing them into that rough spot inside you. 

His mouth picks up the pace too, suctioning his lips around your clit and pulling at you in pulses, groaning when he feels your walls start to clench rhythmically around his fingers. 

You’re getting close now, Cheol can tell, so he keeps fucking his fingers into you and maintains the pressure around your clit. Sometimes you like it when he ramps things up but when you’re in this headspace, you need consistency, so he does his best not to change anything. 

Your cries are getting higher and higher, mouth stuck open as you try to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure. Cheol can see how tightly you’re holding your thighs, constantly adjusting your grip to keep them open like he told you to, and he smiles around you, moaning into your wet pussy in wordless praise. 

You must know what he means, because your back arches higher and your eyes close, your cunt clenching down on his fingers so tight he doesn’t bother trying to move them. He just keeps them curled, pressing into your g-spot and letting them spread a bit, enough for you to be able to take his cock after. 

Your whimpers get so high they become soundless, air stuttering in your chest, eyes scrunched shut and thighs juddering under your own grip, and you cum with a veritable flood of wetness around his fingers. Cheol almost feels your orgasm like it’s his own, his cock twitching in time with the squeezing of your walls and his hips pressing down into the sheets. 

He laps you up, easing off you but leaving his fingers inside so you can ride it out, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

For now. 

When Cheol feels the last few waves moving through you, he slides out his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before gently prying your thighs loose from your hands and bringing them down to rest on the bed. 

They’re still twitching, your hips punching up a little as tiny aftershocks shoot through you. Sometimes you get muscle cramps after holding them up for so long so Cheol sets his hands on your thighs and carefully massages up and down the length of each of them, soothing the tired muscles and caressing your soft skin. 

Cheol can tell you’re tired now, almost ready to sleep, so he moves to rest his hands on either side of your hips and checks in. 

“How’re we doing? Still want me inside, baby?” He asks in the voice he only ever uses with you, tone gentle and loving and warm. He trails his hands up and down your body, rubbing at your belly and breasts under your (his) sleep shirt until you’ve gathered your wits enough to answer. 

You take a deep breath he can feel under his palms, your ribs expanding with air as you blink slowly, before nodding and reaching for him. 

“Words, sweetheart, I need you to tell me,” Cheol reminds you softly. 

“I’m good, Cheollie, still want you,” you respond sleepily, and he grins, leaning down to drop a sweet kiss on your lips before turning you onto your side and slotting in place behind you like pieces of a puzzle.

He’s always fit perfectly with you. 

As soon as he settles, you’re reaching behind to grab his arm and wrap it around your waist, tugging it up between your breasts and interlocking his fingers with yours. You get so touchy, so needy, after he makes you cum, and he revels in the extra contact with you. 

Sometimes he teases you, makes you wait longer, grinds his cock up and down your pussy, but not tonight. Tonight, he needs it as bad as you do. 

So Cheol pats your thigh, letting out a quiet, “up, baby,” into your neck, and slides home. 

There’s a bit of resistance, a byproduct of his size, but you love the stretch so he pushes through until he’s bottoming out inside of you. He can feel your low moan vibrate through his chest and answers with a groan. He always wants you to know how good you feel around him, always wants you to know how perfect you are, so he keeps up the praise for as long as he can speak coherently. 

“So tight like this baby, take me so well,” Cheol murmurs into the back of your neck, wiggling his free arm underneath you to wrap over your shoulders and pull you closer. 

You told him once that you loved when he surrounded you like this, and he’s never forgotten it. He thinks about your words now, grinding into you and trying different angles till he can tap your g-spot with every thrust. 

Cheol’s sure he’s found it when you gasp and jerk against him, not that you can go far when he’s got you cocooned like this. You get even wetter somehow, slick squelching out around his cock, and he knows you won’t last long. 

But neither will he, not after making you cum like that. 

He’s already twitching inside you, feeling the heat rushing down his spine and his balls starting to draw up, and he has to stop moving for a second, count backwards from one hundred to keep himself from cumming too soon. 

In the meantime, he gently untwines your fingers from his own and moves them down to circle your clit, trying to get you there before he does. The hand pressed to your shoulder moves to hold your neck, not squeezing, just resting at the base of your throat to ground you. 

When Cheol presses down a bit harder on your clit, your hand flies up to wrap around his wrist, and he can feel your grip tightening and loosening with every thrust, just like your pussy is around his cock. 

Cheol can feel you getting closer and closer, knows it won’t be long now, so he releases your throat and gently tips you onto your stomach, stretching himself out on top of you. 

One hand fumbles for a pillow, weight lifting off of you just enough to slide it under your hips, before he sets it next to your head to prop himself up. He stops circling his fingers, just keeps them on your clit, and grinds his cock into your g-spot, waiting for the hitch in your breath that tells him you’re almost there. 

In this position, Cheol can pull back enough to properly fuck you, so he does. He doesn’t go too hard on you, knows you’re delicate like this, and pulls out just enough to feel your walls trying to suck him back in before fucking into you. Little cries escape you, breathy and sweet, and he slides a gentle hand under your cheek to turn your face to the side so they’re not muffled by the pillow. 

His hips hit against your ass with every thrust, his eyes locked on the way your flesh bounces, and he can’t resist rising up on his knees a little so he can get a better view. 

It takes a lot of core strength but Cheol is able to move the hand bracing himself to grab a handful of your ass, resting some of his weight on you and knowing full well you can take it. His fingers dig deep, pushing your cheek to the side so he can watch his cock moving in and out of you, see how tightly your cunt clings to him. 

Cheol knows you love being on display, love how dirty it feels to have him spread you open, and he can feel it in the way you get tighter around him, clenching down harder and harder. You’re getting louder now too, his name flowing from your lips in between swear words and whimpers, and Cheol can feel his heart seize up a little with each utterance. 

Soon enough, you’ll be squeezing his cock so hard he won’t be able to move so Cheol savors the friction while he can, and looks forward to feeling you cum around him. 

Your back starts to arch, your hips pushing up into his thrusts and your cunt fluttering around his cock, swallowing him deeper and deeper until your body locks up, and you cum with a weak shout of his name. 

Cheol can’t hold out any longer, knows there’s no reason to, so he lets the heat in his stomach overtake him and buries his cock deep inside you one last time. He can feel his cum flooding into you in bursts, sees it start to gather at your entrance when your clenching walls squeeze the last bit out of him, and he lets go of your ass to brace a hand by your head again. His other hand leaves your clit, settling on the other side of your head as he rests his forehead on your back, panting into your skin. 

Cheol doesn’t move for a while, just whispers softly to you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are and how he never wants to leave. He can feel your heart racing against his and you mumble back, angling your head towards him for a kiss. 

He realizes he hasn’t kissed you this whole time, which, frankly, is unacceptable so he pulls out slowly, pushing his cum back into you with gentle fingers, and rolls you over onto your back. Cupping your face in both hands, Cheol leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You remind him of Sleeping Beauty, your eyes closed and face tilted up toward him, expression sweet and free of stress. 

Cheol wants to let you sleep but knows you should go to the bathroom and wash your face. You’ll be so upset if you wake up to break outs and a UTI, and he can’t have that, so he clumsily crawls off of you and hoists you into his arms. 

His cum is starting to leak out of you, making him rush to the bathroom on light feet, and he sets you down on the toilet before cleaning himself off and going to put on boxers and get pajamas for you, giving you some privacy. 

When he returns, you’re naked and sleepily washing your face, elbows braced on the counter so you don't have to hold yourself up. Cheol fixes his eyes just above your head in the mirror, avoiding the dips and curves of your body and the way your pussy peeks out from between your thighs, knowing he’ll get hard again if he looks. 

On a regular night you’d probably be down for another round, maybe in the shower, but tonight Cheol knows you need to go straight to bed if you’re going to capitalize on your tired eyes and empty mind. So he steps up behind you, letting his slippers slap on the tile to make sure you know he’s there, and bends down to lift your feet into clean panties and pajama shorts. 

Your face is still wet but Cheol knows you like to air dry, so he carefully lifts his shirt over your head and pulls it down to cover you. He gives your hips a little pinch before moving next to you and starting to brush his teeth. You share sleepy smiles around toothbrushes, your hip bumping into his before you take turns rinsing your mouths, his heart swelling at the domesticity of it all. 

Cheol can feel you leaning more and more into him and he gathers you up in his arms once again, holding you close and heading back to bed. You grab handfuls of his shirt, fabric clenched between steady fingers, and let out the biggest sigh, any remaining tension fading from your body. 

Your soft breaths puff against his neck, chest rising evenly, as he tries to deposit you onto the bed without waking you up. He’s successful, for the most part, but your fingers won’t let go of his shirt and you hum a bit when he tries to remove them, so he just climbs over you into bed. 

Cheol wants to pull you into his arms, but he’s too scared of disturbing you, so instead he settles on his stomach and drapes a heavy arm across your body, thumb rubbing at your hipbone. He breathes out a quiet love you just before his eyes fall closed, and smiles, knowing it’s not a dream when he hears your groggy voice say it back. 

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All Through The Night Prequel

Requested by: an anon

Summary: Seungcheol finds you, his roommate, curled up and half asleep in your favorite living room chair. You haven’t slept well in days, but Cheol thinks he’s found something that can help you. Him.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: insomnia, some tears, hurt/comfort, roommate au, gn reader, petnames

AN: written as prequel to All Through The Night but can be read as a standalone!

Seungcheol stumbles down the hall, eyes bleary and pajamas skewed, to grab a glass of water. He rubs his palm down his face, pushes his messy hair back, and makes it all the way to the kitchen before he sees you, curled up in a chair with your chin on your knees. 

Your gaze looks empty, your skin dull, under eyes puffy with lack of sleep. 

For the last week, he’d thought something might be wrong with you, and now he knows. 

You’ve struggled with insomnia as long as Seungcheol has known you. 

Sometimes, it’s not so bad, just a couple nights a week where you can’t fall asleep, and you’re a bit more tired than normal but you can still function. 

He didn’t see one of the bad times until you moved into the room left vacant when Joshua went to live with his partner. Jeonghan was still living with him, and you’d been apprehensive about living with the both of them at first, but warmed up quickly when you saw how they bickered like an old married couple.

You’d been so vibrant when you first moved in, cooking with them and playing games of hot lava and teaching Cheol to french braid when Jeonghan’s hair got long enough. He’d fallen for you quickly, over days and nights and mornings with you. 

You’d faded though, slowly but surely. Started spending more time in your room, eating less, dancing less, declining invitations to games and clubs and hangouts with friends.

It took him a while to notice, he hates to admit. 

He finally realized something was seriously wrong when he found you one night, curled up on the chair like you are now, tears streaming from your absent, exhausted eyes. 

He’d whispered your name, called it louder when you didn’t respond, and eventually made his way over to the chair, crouching in front of you and leaning in to catch your eyes. 

It was like you were staring straight through him, seeing but not looking, and it had made his blood run cold, made his heart stutter in his chest and his brows furrow, his hands come up to hold yours. 

You were freezing, skin cool to the touch, and Cheol had rubbed your fingers between his palms, trying to get your blood pumping again. That was what woke you up, what brought you back, and you’d stared down at him, confusion and exhaustion evident. 

“How long have you been out here, baby?” Seungcheol asked you gently. 

You shook your head slowly, blinking sluggishly, “I’m not sure. What time is it now?”

Your voice had sounded scratchy, thin, and his jaw clenched in concern before he answered, “It’s quarter after four, sweetheart.”

Brows raised, you pursed your lips, let slip a surprised oh. 

“When did you get up?” he questioned apprehensively, dreading the answer. 

Your eyes drifted to the side, lashes fluttering as you try to remember, “Maybe midnight?”

You’ve been sitting out here, in the dark, cold living room, alone, for four hours? And he was just, what, sleeping peacefully? No. That doesn’t work for him. 

“How long has this been going on?” Cheol inquired, shoulders tensed up next to his ears as he waited for you to respond. 

“A couple weeks,” you’d breathed out in a small voice, thready like you might really cry, and Seungcheol settled on the floor, folded his legs, and reached up to tug you out of the chair and into his lap. 

You went willingly, your limbs clumsy and full of static, and rested your head on his shoulder heavily. He could feel you blinking into his skin, and the way you'd folded into yourself made you seem so small, Cheol thought he could feel his heart start to split. 

He’d hated himself for not seeing it, not seeing what was going on with you, and when you fell asleep in his arms, body like lead against him, he stood slowly and carried you to your room.

He’d tucked you in and turned to leave, but you still looked cold, and sleepy, and sad, and he couldn’t stop himself from climbing in next to you, shuffling onto your duvet and carefully draping an arm over you, staring at your sleeping face until he joined you. 

Just before he fell asleep, Seungcheol promised himself he’d never let you go through this alone again. 

He abandons his original goal, water instantly forgotten as he speeds over on light feet to kneel in front of you. You don’t notice him, don’t move at all, just keep staring into the distance and breathing shallowly. It reminds him so much of the first time he’d found you like this, and his heart clenches in fear. 

“When’d you get up, sweetheart?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

Your eyebrows pinch when your eyes find him, probably wondering when he’d appeared, and he sends you an encouraging smile, waiting patiently for you to find your words. 

“Not long ago, I think,” you respond, your voice hollow, tired eyes attempting to hold his gaze. 

He nods, wraps his hands around your ankles, rubs his thumbs over your cold skin, “And when was the last time you slept the whole night?” 

You blink at him, contemplating the last few weeks, responding, “Last Friday.”

“Baby, it’s Tuesday,” Cheol frowns, “Don’t you remember me telling you to let me know if you couldn’t sleep?” 

“I didn’t wanna bother you, you’ve been stressed too,” you whisper, hiding the lower half of your face in your knees and staring at him with big watery eyes. 

Well now he can’t get mad at you, Seungcheol grumbles in his mind. 

“From now on, even if I’m stressed or dealing with my own stuff, tell me,” he says, consciously softening his face and voice, “I always wanna know, okay?”

You nod slowly, pulling away from your knees enough to smile at him, just a sleepy little quirk of your lips, but a smile all the same. 

Seungcheol grins back, squeezes your ankles with his hands and starts tugging your legs down, unfolding you and standing to pull you up into his arms. He hugs you for a while, hums until you relax against him, waits until you find your feet and stand on his slippers, and frog marches you back to your room. 

He helps you climb into your bed, fluffing your pillow before your head drops down onto it, lifting the sheet and letting it float down on top of you just to see your tiny grin again. He’s just finished tucking you in, making sure you’re snug and warm and safe, when your fingers catch the sleeve of his pajamas. 

Cheol looks up to you, watches your half lidded eyes blink lethargically, waits for you to find your voice. 

Your mouth opens before your lips purse nervously, and Cheol wonders what’s wrong, vehemently hopes it’s something he can fix, before you whisper, “Will you stay?”

He takes in a deep breath, gaze wandering over your face, and nods. 

He slides into your bed next to you, under the sheets this time, and settles on his back, feeling your warmth next to him and staring up at your ceiling. Seungcheol doesn’t want to overstep or be overbearing, and tries to keep a respectable distance, no matter how much he wants to bundle you up in his arms, but you wiggle closer and closer, so he closes the gap, laying an arm out for you to snuggle under. 

You rub your face on his chest, throw your arm over his stomach and your leg over his, and immediately sink into sleep. Cheol can feel your breathing deepen, feel your lungs expand against the arm he has curled around you, and sighs in relief. 

Huh. Seungcheol guesses it was something he could fix. 

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SEVENTEEN REACTION,

seventeen reaction to their s/o having a nightmare

승철, scoups

seungcheol said before he struggles with insomnia and is a really light sleeper and so he’d either already be awake when you shot from your nightmare, or would shoot awake with you. he senses your distress instantly and pulls you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair. will absolutely stay awake until you fall asleep, all the time he’s got you pressed in to his chest, his hands running soothingly up and down your arms, “go back to sleep baby, i’ll be right here when you wake up okay?” he murmurs softly.

정한, jeonghan

inevitably, babies you. you’d be curled into his side taking a nap whilst he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. eventually, your breathing would grow faster and your face would scrunch up, your hands fisting at the fabric of his shirt. he’d gently shake you awake, his hands going to cup your face immediately, forcing you to look at him as soon as you wake up. he’d brush your hair out of your face as he talks down softly at you, “hi angel, you ok? bad dream hm.. why don’t we go get something to eat?” is very gentle w you the whole day.

지수, joshua

soft shua mode. he would be in the bathroom washing his face when he hears a faint sob from the bedroom. practically sprinting into the room to see what’s wrong and his heart just kinda breaks when you immediately crawl into his arms, crying into his chest as you babble about the nightmare you just had. he frowns down at you sympathetically, his hands taking your smaller ones in his and he hold them in his lap, pressing the softest kisses to your lips, cheek, forehead. “oh baby.. was just a dream okay? c’mere, let’s lay down, yeah?”

준휘, junhui

not gonna lie, he’d probably sleep through your whimpers and cries, you’d have to shake him awake. it takes him a few seconds to wake up but when he hears your sniffles, and a weak lil sob, he’s wide awake, eyes wide and he scans you up and down. you cling onto him, mumbling through sniffles that you had a really bad dream and he just wraps his arms securely around your shaking frame. doesn’t really know what to say that may comfort you, so he just holds you :-)

순영, hoshi

he stirs awake when he feels you constantly shifting in his arms. might be slightly irritated but before he can even wake you up, you gasp awake and shoot upright. he’s kinda just looking at you like :0, and then you turn to face him and he can just about see the tears form in your eyes. pulls you into him immediately, cooing at you, his hands cupping both sides of your face as he peppers the sweetest kisses all over your face. will do anything to distract you. “oh pretty baby, don’t cry! it was only a dream - n’ you’ve got your strong boyfriend to fight off those horrible dreams!” he jokes lightly.

원우, wonwoo

wonu would probably be up ridiculously late playing a video game and you’re asleep in the bed behind him. he’s got his headphones on and is completely immersed in the game he’s playing so he doesn’t hear you walking up from behind him, and your hand on his shoulder startles him. his head snaps at you, his eyes wide, but they immediately soften when he sees your glassy eyes, bottom lip jutted out. the game is forgotten n he’s pulling you onto his lap, arms around your waist. “hey baby, have a bad dream? mm s’ okay, don’t cry. wanna watch me play my game, yeah?”

지훈, woozi

he’s probably in the studio, working on something n it’s pretty late at night, so he doesn’t expect the door to open and see you stood there, looking pretty upset. rips his headphones off and beckons you over to him, gently pulling you onto his lap. he doesn’t ask for an explanation, but he can only assume you had a bad dream. his hands are running up n down your back as he pressed kisses to the top of your head every so often. will feel bad since it’s so late and so he’ll lift you up in his arms and carry you back to bed, “oh love, it’s late.. you must be so tired, hm? lets get you to bed.”

석민, dokyeom

please don’t cry, it’ll break his heart so bad. you’d be at the dorms, just taking a nap upstairs. he hears light footsteps approach and his eyes shift towards the doorway and his heart cracks. you approach him with your head hung low, and you wordlessly settle yourself on his lap, nestling your face into the crook of his neck where he just immediately feels the wetness of your tears. speaks in the softest voice ever to you as he tries to ask you what’s wrong. “my baby.. why are you crying, huh? a nightmare, oh you’re okay, please don’t cry - you’re okay baby!” he’d probably tear up a lil too.

민규, mingyu

he’d be in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water when he hears you cautiously creeping down the stairs, and is definitely confused. feels bad because he thinks he woke you up, but then you suddenly crash into him, your arms right around his torso as you sob weakly in to his chest. his eyes are wide and he’s so startled, he places the glass of water down and his arms are just as tight around you. when you tell him you had a bad dream n panicked bc he wasn’t there, he feels so bad. “oh.. my sweet baby, i’m right here see? nothing to worry that pretty head of yours about, ok? c’mon let’s go back to bed.” flashes you a slightly guilty grin.

명호, minghao

he’d come home a lil late from practice one night, and doesn’t expect to come in and find you wide awake. he is kinda upset, he doesn’t like when you wait up to him on late nights like this, but you quietly explain that you had a bad dream and struggled to go to sleep without him and his heart just clenches. presses a vv delicate kiss to your pouted lips and takes your hand in his as he guides you to the bedroom, where he takes you into his arms. “get some sleep now sweetheart, i’m here.”

승관, seungkwan

like dokyeom, he wants to burst into tears seeing you in any kind of distress. he’s probably the most patient member and so he’d sit in bed with you, holding you close to him as he simply waits for you to explain what got you so worked up. relived sigh when you tell him it was just a nightmare, he’s just glad it wasn’t anything too serious. he’ll then lay you down, pressing you as close to him as he could and tells you anything he can think of to try and distract you from your nightmare.

버논, vernon

like jun, he will definitely sleep through it. you’d maybe feel guilty about waking him up and try and fight it off yourself, perhaps a glass of water would help? but you trying to shuffle out of his arms and out of bed is what wakes him up, and he’s pulling you back into him by your waist, mumbling a tired ‘what’re you doing baby’. you’d sigh, curling back into him as you whisper that you had a nightmare and are too scared to go back to sleep. vernon would probably just press a few soft kisses to your cheek, holding you closer to his chest. “go back to sleep baby, i’ll be right here, alright?”

디노, dino

absolutely heartbroken. like his heart shatters into a million pieces when you shuffle into the living room, a weak lil sob leaving your throat. he’s fretting over you in an instant, pulling you to sit on his lap, his wary eyes frantically looking down at you as he asks what’s wrong. you cry out that you had a really horrible dream and he just frowns, pressing a gentle kiss on every tear that rolls down your cheek. “oh lovely … is there anything i can do for you hm? hey.. don’t cry, c’mere.”

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disappear

cw; choi seungcheol (scoups) x gn reader, angst, heavy talk of depression, loss of a friendship, betrayal, crying, anger, this one is heavy.

an; i wrote this around a month ago and it's been sitting around for when i felt it was time to post it. no tag list because i just don't feel like it's one that needs it. i hope you understand. i know this one is very heavy with the angst but i needed to get things out and i needed my comfort boy cheol. last month was a really hard time for me and writing got me through it. also i promise that i am okay, i've talked about my struggle with depression and anxiety before.

Overwhelmingly sad, the undeniable crushing sensation of depression pressing down on you with every breath. You hadn’t been this sad in months. No one had pulled you down this low in a long time. You had thought you were stronger than allowing someone to define your happiness, especially someone who was just a “friend”. 

Perhaps that was how it happened so easily and why it hurt so badly. You trusted them just enough to let your walls down, to let them into your heart just enough that when their words hit you they tore out a piece of you. No matter what you told yourself, that you were the one to blame, surely there was a good reason for their betrayal, it couldn’t feel that tear in your spirit. 

Tears soaked your pillow, even though you had told Seungcheol you were fine, covers pulled over your head so tightly you didn’t hear him use his key to get into your place. His feet quiet on your floors he doesn’t have to call out for you because he knew where you would be, he always knew you better than you knew yourself. You smelled the comforting smell of his cologne before you felt his warm touch through the blankets and heard his soft, deep voice. 

“Don’t hide from me. I won’t make you face the world baby, but you don’t need to hide from me. They can’t get you while I’m here.”

You felt the bed dip under this weight and his hand pulling at the blanket over your head allowing light to reach you for the first time that day. Seungcheol frowns seeing your swollen eyes and bitten lips. You had been trying to keep yourself silent, you had been trying to play strong. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, Seungcheol shakes his head and adjusts to lay on the bed facing you, his other arm pulling you towards him. 

“I won’t make you tell me what they said to you but one day I will find out. I can only tell you that you are stronger than them and you are stronger than you think. I know you don’t feel like it right now, so I’ll be strong enough for both of us.” 

Soft sobs fall from your lips, your eyes wet with tears once again though you aren’t sure where any more moisture is left in your body. Your body words are muffled by your own lips when you try to calm down, though you can’t find the will. “I just want to disappear.” 

Seungcheol shushes you, his lips brushing against your forehead while he stares at the wall wishing with all that he is that he could snap his fingers and make this better within seconds. Until he could he would hold you, he would let you cry, and he would never let you disappear. 

“No, I see you just fine. You are going to stay right here with me.”

Drunk

Genre: fluff Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, reader is drunk

Hearing the vibrations of his phone beside him, he picked it up, seeing the name of your best friend and he smiled knowingly. He pressed green and brought the phone to his ear.

“Let me guess, she’s drunk.”

“Absolutely wasted.” Came the laugh of Deokmi, your best friend.

Seungcheol just laughed. He had told you before you left to let loose and get drunk if you wanted to after having a bad week at work. He was glad you were at least having fun.

“I’ll come pick her up, where are you?”

“Just at shining diamond.”

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up, standing up from the sofa, and turning of the show that was playing quietly. Grabbing his shoes, coat and keys, he made his way out the house. The Shining Diamond wasn’t far, just about a five minute walk, and he thought it would be better to walk so you can cool down and sober up slightly in the cool air.

Five minutes later, he made it to the street the bar was on and instantly spotted you and Deokmi sat on the curb. It seemed like you were just poking Deokmi over and over again and messing with her hair as she sat with her head in her hands, used to your drunken antics by now.

Hearing the nearing footsteps, Deokmi looked and a wash of relief passed over her face. Quickly she stood up, ignoring the whine you made when she moved away.

“Thank god your here, I love y/n, she’s my best friend, but man I can not stand her drunk.” Deokmi said, and Seungcheol laughed, knowing all to well how childish you could get when drunk.

“I’ll take her from here then, and makes sure she gets to bed so she doesn’t have a hangover tomorrow.”

Deokmi nodded thankfully, and after the two said their goodbyes, Seungcheol looked to his drunk girlfriend now splayed out across the side of the pathway.

“You can’t sleep there you know.” Seungcheol said, crouching down next to you.

You looked to him and then your eyes lit up.

“Cheol!” you squealed, launching yourself into his body, making you both crash down on the curb again.

Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle as you wrapped all your limbs around him like a koala hugging a tree.

“Nice to see you too babe.” he chuckled, sitting up. “Had fun?”

“Oh it was amazing Cheollie! I had so much fun and they had really good cocktails.”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he managed to stand up, holding you tightly so he wouldn’t drop you then gently placed you down on your feet, as you babbled on about how the night went.

“I’m glad you at least have fun drunky, but let’s get you home.” he said, and began to walk.

“Hey, I’m not drunk.” you grumbled, crossing your arms as you wobbled along beside him.

Seungcheol watched in amusement as you walked a little bit ahead, but then tripped over nothing. He caught you before you landed on the ground and raised a teasing eyebrow.

“Sure you aren’t…Bambi”

You gasped dramatically, completely offended.

“I’m not bambi- ah” you yelped at your boyfriend had scooped you up, bridal style. Your arms thrashed before you clung to his neck.

“What are you doing?” you pouted, as once again Seungcheol began to walk home.

“I’m carrying you silly, you obviously can’t walk without tripping over your own two feet.” he chuckled, and again you went back to pouting, but you didn’t protest any further.

The short walk was peaceful, and by the time you were both back at the house, you had fallen asleep in your boyfriend’s arms. When he noticed, he just pressed a small kiss to the top of your head. He didn’t mind when you were drunk, in fact he quite enjoyed it, seeing you waddle around like a new born deer, but it also meant that you had had fun. After the week you had endured, you definitely deserved it.

Getting into the warm Seungcheol went straight up to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed, before grabbing a shirt from his drawer. In silence, he gently tugged off your dress and unbuckled your heels, before putting the shirt over your head.

Knowing you would kill him if he didn’t wash your makeup or take out your hair, he picked you up again and entered the bathroom, setting you on the toilet seat.

You had woken up from all the movement but you were still exhausted, so you quietly sat as Seungcheol wiped off your makeup, took out your ponytail and brushed the knots out. Then after, he did your skin care routine, having seen you do it enough he knew everything he had to do.

Now as you were ready for bed, he carried you back to the bed and tucked you in, knowing he wouldn’t be able to help brush your teeth as you had gone back to sleep again and he wanted you to rest. Placing a quick peck to your forehead, he quietly went downstairs, grabbed a pill and some water for if you had a hangover tomorrow, then locked all the doors and turned all the lights off, before finally getting ready for bed and getting in next to you.

As soon as he had relaxed under the sheets, your body instinctively moved towards his warmth and Seungcheol wrapped his arms around you. He looked at your sleeping face and smiled to himself softly, before placing one last peck to your forehead and falling asleep himself.

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(please don't leave me) | choi seungcheol

⇢ Seungcheol x Reader

⇢ word count: 4k

⇢ angst / hurt comfort

⇢ A/N: for any of you who might need it. I know it's hard, but please hang in there.

⇢ warning: reader is having symptoms of anxiety.

未来なんて来なけりゃ皆とのこの差も

If the future never came, I wouldn’t have to worry,

これ以上は開くことは無いのにさ

About being left behind by everyone else

Sekai no Owari - Ginga gai no akumu

You don’t realize what it was when it first happened, but you remember the feeling so clearly even now, at least a month later. Because how can you not when you had sat up on your bed in panic, thinking there's an earthquake because it felt like your body was shaking and so was the table clock beside you, only to check the news and find nothing?

You even tried looking up earthquakes across all social media only to conclude that you’re probably more tired than you thought you were because nobody around you even mentioned about an earthquake.

But then it happens again, so strongly that you feel your bed shaking and your heart beating so loud in your ears. You try to look around and see if everything else is shaking, but, then again, your sight might be playing a joke on you because everything seems shaky. The only thing that convinces you that everything is still… is Seungcheol.

He’s still sleeping soundly beside you, not the least bit bothered by whatever phenomenon you’re experiencing. And you know Seungcheol is sensitive to things like this, he would’ve woken up first and taken you with him if an earthquake was really happening.

You try to feel your heartbeat, but it’s hard to make sense of it when your head is spinning and your mind is all over the place. You try to take a deep breath too, but it’s truly Seungcheol’s soft, sleepy voice calling your name that gets the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat to calm down even a little.

“You okay?” he asks in worry, his barely conscious mind trying to register why you’re sitting up with your hand on your heart. “Nightmare?”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not, but you nod because it’s easier and you don’t want to worry him when it’s 2 in the morning and you know Seungcheol has practice in a few hours.

“Come here,” he whispers, signaling you to lay in his embrace. You exhale a deep breath as you do so, hoping that Seungcheol is too sleepy to notice how out of it you are. “Do you want to talk about it?”

At the shake of your head, Seungcheol hums and gently rubs your back to help you relax. It’s concerning how tense you are, but he knows not to push it when you say you don’t want to talk about it, let alone when he’s barely awake at 2 in the morning. So he plants his lips on your forehead to let you know he’s there, holds you a little tighter to remind you that it’s okay to lean on him.

“I’m here, okay?” he whispers against your hair. “It’s just a nightmare. You won’t have to see it again tomorrow.”

You try your best to hold back your tears, wondering why it’s suddenly hard to believe his words with dread filling your heart.

You wake up to your bed empty, and, as usual, you find Seungcheol’s texts the moment you check your phone.

[07:01] Seungcheol🌙: Sorry, Jihoon called and said I’m needed at the office earlier than scheduled

[07:01] Seungcheol🌙: Take it easy today. You’re working from home, right?

[07:02] Seungcheol🌙: Don’t forget to eat!

[08:11] Seungcheol🌙: I think I might need to stay in the dorm for the next few days, I’m sorry :(

[08:11] Seungcheol🌙: Call me if the nightmare comes again, ok? I know it bothers you a lot when it happens

[08:12] Seungcheol🌙: I love you

[08:17] Seungcheol🌙: Oh! Or you can just stay at the dorm if you want, you know the kids don’t mind

You don’t even know why you’re crying, but you are and it’s only when you’ve read all of his texts that you even realize there are tears falling down your face. You try your best to make sense of it; of why you’re crying and why you’re trying to hold back your tears, but it’s hard and you come up with nothing as you listen to your cries echoing in your silent apartment.

[10:10] Sorry, I woke up late and got caught up with meeting immediately after

[10:10] Its ok I understand, dont worry about me, ok?

[10:11] Love you too, Cheol

Seungcheol frowns when he reads your texts. It’s not weird for you to text this way, but there’s just something off that he’s not sure how to put his fingers in it yet.

Perhaps it’s the worry from last night that still refuses to leave his mind, because it’s been some time since he’s felt you that tense and you’d usually almost immediately melt into his embrace when you are.

But you didn’t. He’s pretty sure you were crying too at some point, but he can tell that asking you why would do no good so he let you be as he pretended to be asleep and blissfully unaware of the whole thing, though his arms tightened around you in the subtlest way possible.

He tried to rack his brain and see if there’s any sign that you might be having a hard time with something, if you’ve told him about anything that bothered you enough to react that way. But you’re fine even the day before that, though it’s true that you’re a little overworked and you’ve told him that your workload is a little too much these days.

Nothing I can’t handle though, you had told him. And he believes you’re not downplaying it, because you are capable of it and he knows you’ll tell him honestly if you think it’s too much, whining that your boss is an ass and that you need a break.

“Seungcheol, the meeting’s about to start,” Jeonghan calls for him, a little confused that the leader who usually reminds them of it is staring blankly into his phone. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he sighs as he pushes his phone to his pocket and follows him out of the room. “Just worried about Y/N, I think she's a little burnout.”

Jeonghan frowns, asking if you’re okay, which Seungcheol can only press his lips together at, unsure if he can actually tell him how you’re doing. He wants to say you’re okay, but you also told him a few days ago that you haven’t been able to sleep well.

There’s an assumption in the back of his mind, but he doesn’t think he has the right to assume with so little knowledge and a few things he’s witnessed.

For once in his life, Seungcheol desperately hopes he’s wrong.

Unfortunately for him, the meeting lasts longer than it was intended to be, and he doesn’t have enough time to text you because he’s already dragged to another one the moment he steps out of the prior meeting room. He bites his lip when he realizes there’s no further text from you after the ones you sent in the morning though. It’s past lunch now.

Are you that busy? But you’re working from home and he knows you usually get clingy when you’re alone, so you bombard him with your uneventful day that he finds interesting nevertheless.

Before the meeting begins, he excuses himself to the restroom so he can check up on you even for a moment. He fidgets in front of the sink, but his phone keeps on beeping with no sign of you taking his call.

Seungcheol sighs when it eventually beeps a long line, and decides to text you instead, pretending to whine about his busy day to ask if you’ve eaten lunch because he hasn’t.

He waits for a minute or two, just to see if you’ll reply immediately despite his call being unanswered. He reminds himself not to worry too much when you don’t, maybe you are busy. Or maybe you’ve fallen asleep because, obviously, you didn’t sleep well last night.

Once he’s back in the meeting room, he can’t help but be conscious of his phone, praying it would vibrate from your notification because he’s gone as far as silencing every other notification just so yours would be the only one that goes through.

Yet, it stays still, not moving even once for the next two hours Seungcheol is in the meeting, his mind elsewhere. Inevitably, that means he’s out of it for the whole day; he keeps on getting some of his moves wrong, and he answers a second too late when someone calls for him.

No one blames him though, knowing full well that’s how he gets when he’s worried.

It’s somewhere during dinner that you finally answer, yet another text that got his stomach twisting in worry.

[19:22] Sorry, fell asleep and didnt check my phone til now

[19:23] And i did, i hope you didnt miss lunch?

He bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t want to sound obsessive, but you’re gone for hours and… that’s it? He’s not sure why he’s more worried than he usually would’ve been. Perhaps it’s because you were crying last night, doing it when you thought he’s asleep when you’d usually take his comfort with open arms instead of going through it by yourself.

He immediately calls you after that, excusing himself from the studio to check up on you. A frown is etched on his face when the phone beeps once, and then twice until you eventually pick up even though he calls almost as soon as he’s read your texts.

“Hey,” he greets you, and you hum in return, clearing your throat before you say hi. “Did you eat dinner? How was your nap?”

“I think I’ll just eat some bun,” you answer honestly, aware that Seungcheol understands that you find heavy meals burdensome for dinner at times. “And it was okay. How was your day?”

It’s a poor attempt to change the topic, he knows that, even you know that, but he decides following your pace would be best for now because it’s not the best set up to pry when he doesn’t have the luxury of time nor is he physically there with you. So he tries. He tries his best to act normal and tell you about his day, whines about the endless meetings, about how his moves during practice were a bit off; just about everything he’d tell you like usual.

He hopes it will help you get a sense of normalcy, something to hold on to and to remind yourself that this is just another day.

Seungcheol bites back a worried sigh at how much you’re trying to sound okay, wondering why you would pretend to be fine with him, of all people. But, again, he doesn’t think this would be the best set up to push so he swallows his worry and reminds you to rest well.

“Call me if the nightmare comes again, okay?” he tells you, even though he has a hunch that it wasn't a nightmare that was bothering you after all.

Your answer comes after a beat, another hum of affirmation that sounds a lot like an answer you give because you don’t know how else to answer him.

“It’s been a long day, hm?” he decides to say, figuring that should be subtle enough. “You sound very tired today, angel.”

“My period is coming, I think,” you say, admitting that today hasn’t been that great. “But I’ll manage. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

“It’s my job to worry about you,” he jokes, his heart eases a little at the sound of your tiny chuckle. “Anyhow, I think I might need to sleep in the dorm for a few days. But I’ll drop by, alright? Or we can eat out, it’s been some time since we went out to a restaurant, hm?”

There’s a sound of what he assumes to be sniffles from your part, soft enough for anyone else to mistake it as an upcoming cold if they don’t know you well enough. But he does, and he wonders if he said something wrong that might bring tears out of you. Before he can ask though, one of the staff calls for him so he has to hastily hang up and reminds you once again to take care and call him if the nightmare comes back even if it’s three in the morning.

You don’t trust yourself enough to speak, so you hum and clear your throat, telling Seungcheol to take care also.

The tears fall almost immediately after that, his warmth reaching out to you in ways that you don’t understand possible as you cry for reasons that you can’t seem to figure out.

It’s exhausting.

You can’t even tell how many times you’ve cried that day; when your boss raises his voice slightly during one of the meetings and not even at you, when you see the amount of deadlines lining up on your memo, when you think of Seungcheol and his smile… and right now, after taking his phone call and hearing the sweetest things you can ever ask someone to tell you.

He’s so ready to care for you–to let you know that he’ll be there for you whenever you ask him to.

So what is this feeling in your chest, telling you you’re not worthy of his love and attention? That you’d just be bothering him if you tell him about what’s been happening the whole day? Is something even happening? Or are you making things up in your mind?

You know–you know he’d happily comfort you everytime you need it. That he would never consider you a burden and he’d lay everything down for you if he could.

But still, how can you ask him of that?

How can you dare ask him to spare his time and do all that just because you’re a little upset?

It’s been one day, and yet the emptiness within you hollows you out like never before.

Seungcheol gulps hardly as he grips his phone, unsure what to make of the conversation he has just had with one of your close coworkers that knows of your relationship with him.

“Thank God you called,” Hanna sighs the moment she picks up the phone. “I had been contemplating on calling you but I was afraid I’d bother you… but anyway, I know you’re probably calling because of Y/N and… I must say I’m worried, Seungcheol.”

The phone call doesn’t get better, obviously, and he has to take a deep breath quite a few times the more Hanna talks.

“She doesn’t really talk unless someone asks her about the assignments,” she says, making his heart clench uncomfortably. “And… I hope you don’t think I’m being dramatic, but I think she’s a little empty. She does eat her lunch, thankfully, though she nibbles on them and she just stares at her screen during so. I… you didn’t fight, right? I’m not sure how to talk to her when she’s like this.”

It’s taking him everything not to just leave the building and go to your office right there and then, but he knows you wouldn’t like that–and he’s more responsible than that too as much as he wishes he can just leave that very second.

Unfortunately, the news isn’t as surprising as he thought it would be. Because he does have his guesses that it’s more than bad days the moment your text continues to feel off even the day after. You barely even answer his call, and it’s always the same excuse: that you’re not checking your phone.

He’s not annoyed, just very frustrated that he can’t find a way to see what’s happening because you’re closing up. He wants to comfort you, but how is he supposed to do it if you don’t even want to acknowledge to him that something’s going on?

He tries to ask if you’re feeling better after that day, and you always say your day is just okay–that nothing worth mentioning happened. It doesn’t help that his schedule doesn’t allow him to drop by your place too, but it’s been three days and he should be able to go to your shared place tonight albeit a bit late.

He doesn’t tell you that though, because he still doesn’t know if he can really go home or not, and even if he can, it might even be somewhere around one in the morning. You’d force yourself to stay up and wait for him if you know, so he’d rather not when he knows you haven’t been in your condition despite your lack of confirmation.

It shows though. It shows in your strained voice and your short texts. It shows in how careful you choose your words and how you always make excuses not to answer his video calls.

It shows in how late your reply comes as time goes by. And how you always tell him he’s just too worried everytime he asks if you’re okay.

You don’t brush off his worries. That’s not something you do. You’d usually tell him you’re okay and that it’s him who should take care. Or you’d tell him you’re simply in a bad mood and you don’t want to talk to him for a bit just in case you’ll get annoyed at him too.

But not this. You don’t tell him he’s too worried. Perhaps you think it’ll ease his worry when it only does the exact opposite.

“Just go back home, Cheol,” Jihoon says from the other side of the recording room the moment Seungcheol snaps his face to him. He doesn’t sound annoyed, just very concerned that his leader has only turned to him now even though he’s called him for at least five times before. “I know you’re worried about Y/N. Go check up on her and stay the night? We have a late start tomorrow anyway.”

Seungcheol looks at his manager sitting behind Jihoon, signaling him to go out because it’ll do no one any good if his head isn’t even here no matter how long he’s been standing on the recording booth.

“You want me to drive you home?” his manager offers, and Seungcheol is about to refuse until he realizes he’d be too distracted to drive properly anyway. So he nods and apologizes to Jihoon for not being able to focus.

The younger guy shakes his head, as he could understand it could happen and tells him that he’s worried too from what Seungcheol has told him about you.

The drive to your place is silent, and it’s somewhere after midnight when he arrives. Seungcheol thanks his manager once again, then tells him there’s no need to pick him up tomorrow or that he will call if he needs to be picked up.

If he’s being completely honest, he doesn’t know what exactly he’s expecting from being home. But it’s definitely not the whole place dark with no single lamp turned on even though you always make sure to turn on one of the floor lamps in the living room and the other near the kitchen.

You don’t like complete darkness.

His stomach churns in worry at what this might imply, and it’s when he nears your shared bedroom that his heart drops because you’re awake and you’re crying–bawling, if he’s to be frank. And it takes everything in him not to just throw the door open and ask what happens.

Instead, Seungcheol exhales a deep breath and calmly opens the door only to find you turned the other way around, a bunch of used tissues lay on the your bedside table.

His eyes water almost immediately, but he softly clears his throat and takes the place next to you on the bed. You don’t realize he’s home, it appears, as you jump in shock when you feel the bed dip behind you and tense the moment he turns you around and pulls you into his embrace.

The shock doesn’t last long though, and the tears well up once again when your brain finally registers that Seungcheol is here and you’re in his arms. He doesn’t even have to ask what’s wrong, he just holds you and shushes you softly. He doesn’t tell you to stop crying either, simply caresses your hair and holds you tighter when he feels your fingers balling the front of his shirt.

When your sob finally dies down, you’re not sure how to look at him and what to say. Seungcheol doesn’t seem to care though, because he kisses your forehead and tells you to wait as he goes to the kitchen and get you water.

He still doesn’t ask later on after you’ve calmed down and sit quietly in his lap, doesn’t ask when he feels your hands trembling even though you didn’t have any hand tremor before this, his back against the headrest of your bed as he hums a familiar tone that you don’t remember what song of.

It’s calming though; the sound of his heartbeat against your ear and the feeling of his hand gently rubbing your back.

“Should we lay down?” he whispers against the top of your head, his arm that’s holding your figure tighten the slightest bit. “You should get some sleep, angel.”

You shake your head though, and then bury yourself further into his embrace. “I want to stay like this for a little while.”

His heart hurts at how small you sound, and he blinks back his tears once again before they can fall and worry you instead. “Okay. Tell me if you’re sleepy, alright?”

It’s silent again for a moment, and it’s when his arm tenses a little that you know it’s coming. Whatever it is he’s been wanting to say and been holding to himself–it’s coming.

“You know you don’t need to go through this alone, right?”

Your vision gets blurry again at his words, wondering once again how on earth did you luck out and get yourself a Choi Seungcheol.

“I’m here for a reason and I hope that means something to you,” he speaks softly, and if you’re not already sobbing now, you would’ve heard how shaky he sounds too, seconds away from crying himself. “I know it’s hard. And I hope you know I’m not mad, but… tell me if you need me to be with you, okay? I want to be with you. But I can’t do it if you’re not letting me. Please let me be with you.”

You didn’t think it was possible for you to cry harder than you already are, but it is, and Seungcheol is making it harder to stop crying because he’s really here and he’s whispering you every single thing you’ve been doubting yourself of; telling you that no matter how hard you’re telling yourself you have to go through it alone, you really don’t have to because he wants to be there for you.

Even if he can’t do anything but hold your hand, he wants to be there.

That he’s not going to leave and he doesn’t have any intention to do that ever.

You want to apologize to him, for thinking all those things against your relationship and how little faith you have in him even though you know it’s your head messing things up. That you don’t really think he’d see you as a burden, that it’s you who think you are a burden to him.

Seungcheol shakes his head though, tells you he understands and that he takes no offense in them even though your words barely even make any sense. You open your mouth again to explain, but he closes his lips on yours for a feather-like kiss that gets you feeling the calmest you’ve felt in a week.

“You don’t need to tell me anything now, okay? Just rest well and we’ll face tomorrow together, alright?”

You nod, eyes teary but heart much less heavy than it was before. You barely manage to smile at him, but it’s enough for him and he shifts you both down inside your blanket so you can finally sleep.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispers. “You’re not going to do this alone.”

It’s your turn to believe his voice instead of the voice inside your head.

明日を夢見るから今日が変わらないんだ

It’s because we dream of tomorrow that nothing changes today.

僕らを動かせるのは自分だけだろう

We’re the only ones who can make ourselves take action.

そんなことわかってるんだろう

But you know that already;

強くなれ僕の同志よ

Be stronger, my comrades.

A/N: and for me, who needed it. It's okay to seek for help. Don't go through it alone. Be stronger, my comrades.

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seungcheol x chubby!reader headcanons

for @bbychocolat

loves to take you shopping and dress you up. whatever your style is, he knows what will look amazing on you and struggles not to tackle you into the dressing room when he picks out something especially good

his favorite pastime is cuddling with you. whether you’re on top or he is, if his skin is touching yours, he’s happy

he’s never slept better than he does in your arms or wrapped around you or under you or on top of you

pouts to high heaven when you tell him he can’t grab your ass in public, claims it’s his right as your boyfriend but refrains anyway. smacks your ass every time you pass him at home to make up for it

sometimes when he’s sad, he just goes wherever you are and pulls you to bed and lays you down and shoves his face in the softest parts of your body: your belly, your thighs, your chest, even your ass sometimes. always re-emerges with a smile on his face

we all know he’s not the best at cooking and he claims he’s not good at ordering, but as soon as you mention craving anything, he’s acquiring it. whether he can use an app or he has to call the store, if you want it, you’re getting it

brags that he’s your boyfriend to anyone who will listen: your friends, his own friends, people at the grocery store, randos on the street, anyone

is always thinking about you. buys things that remind him of you, soft blankets and and juicy peaches and cushy pillows and fluffy sweet cotton candy

picks you up for nearly every hug, doesn’t matter if he’s taller or shorter than you. he just loves the little squeal you let out and the way you cling to him even tighter before he puts you back down

he’s never happier or more fulfilled than when you’re on top of him and he’s buried inside of you, and he can kiss you everywhere and grab handfuls of your plush flesh and feel the impact of your hips hitting his over and over and over again

more chubby!reader here

you and choi seungcheol have been playing a game since the start of the summer.

it sort of went unspoken; lingering gazes and lopsided smirks instead of words. cat-and-mouse; who’s going to cave? who’s going to give in? who’s going to lose?

it was fun, at first. entertaining, even, sneaking out with him at night, speeding down your small town roads in his car, going absolutely nowhere. sneaking back in, muffling your giggles and waving him off from your window so he knows you’re inside okay.

ice-cream, sticky fingers, sandals on hot pavement; firework shows, drive-in movies, mall shopping. and through it all, undeniable tension lacing your every interaction with him. the feeling’s addictive — you could get drunk on it, the way the very air seems to crackle when the two of you are together.

the thing about addiction is that the highs don’t last long.

your sister calls it a situationship; your best friend calls it a pain in the fucking ass; your other friends call it a fear of commitment form both sides.

whatever it is, it’s starting to eat you alive, and you think you might just be the one to lose. not to cave, because you’re not stupid enough to actually confess to choi seungcheol; but you’re stupid enough to feel the need to.

especially on nights like tonight, where he rolls the windows down, lets the wind blow through his hair, sends you soft smiles every few minutes. seungcheol always has music playing in his car, you’ve noticed, but then, he’s been like that since you guys were in high school, three, four years ago. seventeen year old seungcheol was always getting in trouble with the teachers for having headphones in, among other things.

you were the opposite. invisible — quiet, one of those pleasure to have in class students. seungcheol was more than visible, he was noticeable. everyone noticed him.

“remember when you flipped all the chairs in mr daniels’ classroom, back in school?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

a slightly smirk tilts his lips. “i didn’t know you knew about that.”

you scoff. “please. everyone knew about that.”

“he was an asshole,” seungcheol shrugs, instead of denying it. “he had it coming.”

“some might say you were an asshole back then,” you counter, and he whips his head to face you for a moment, before turning back to the road.

“who would say that?” seungcheol demands, but you can tell by his tone that he’s only joking, and he knows you’re joking too. “surely not you,” he adds. “we never even spoke in high school.”

which is true. your worlds hadn’t collided until well after high school — until last summer, when you were both twenty, through a friend of a friend of a friend, or something of the sort. now, you’re twenty-one, and he’s sneaking you out your parents’ house practically every night just for “a drive”.

these drives are slowly becoming self-destructive, because you’re falling deeper and deeper into him. he’s a flame and you’re the moth, running straight towards him blindly — and getting shocked when you get burnt.

“yeah, but i at least knew who you were back then!” you retort immediately, pulling yourself back to the present conversations.

“i knew you too!” seungcheol defends indignantly, his jaw dropping slightly.

“sure, cheollie,” you snort, patting his free hand.

he grabs your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, he’s just doing it to emphasise a point, this isn’t real, this isn’t more. “i did!” he insists. “we had the same english class. you sat in the second row from the back, right beside the window, and you had a clear pencil case and pastel highlighters, and at lunch you sat with your friends under the tree by the basketball court, and you had this ring” — he taps one of your favourite rings — “on almost all the time. and back in freshman year, you were nominated for class president and you turned it down. every time you had to introduce yourself and say a fun fact, you’d say your name and your favourite colour.”

you’re speechless, and seungcheol is enjoying it. “i told you,” he says cockily. “i did know you.”

“i stand corrected,” you say finally, breathing in deeply, thanking the stars above that he’s just pulled into your street, and you can freak out about this later. because everything about him — his earnest brown eyes, those stupid, beautiful dimples — makes you want to scream.

and you’re so lost in repressing this scream that you don’t realise he’s stopped the car opposite your house, and is looking at you in concern. “___?” he questions. “are you okay?”

you force a smile, already unbuckling and opening the door. “i’m fine! don’t worry!”

the next day, you get absolutely wasted.

you’re out without seungcheol, for once; with old friends from high school and newer friends from college, which is an odd mix, but once everyone’s downed a few shots, it doesn’t really matter.

you’re downing more than a few — fuelled mostly by the thoughts of a certain brown-eyed, dark-haired boy, which keep seeping into your mind; a never-ending stream of oh, he likes this whiskey!, and ahh, he loves this song! and a billion other things that remind you of him. ironic, that you go out to drink, cancel on him and his plans, in order to forget him, but all you can think about is him. you see him in everything; you miss him when he’s not near; and you come to the drunken conclusion that you’re falling a little too far into a summer fling, and you don’t know how to stop yourself.

and when it’s time to leave, your friends don’t quite know what to do with you. all you can whine about, against the judgement of that small sober corner of your mind, is cheollie, i miss him~, janeese, can you call him for me? and janeese, bless her patient soul, does exactly that.

he comes quickly. he always does when you call. but usually, you’re not drunk off your ass outside a bar — usually, you don’t greet him with a delighted gasp and a squeal (“you came! i knew you’d come for me!”). but he catches you when you fling yourself against him, steadies you and smiles against your shoulder. “hey, pretty,” seungcheol says, in that smooth, soothing voice of his, lips against your ear in a way that makes even your drunken self stir a little. “let’s get you home, yeah?”

you don’t say much of anything coherent until he’s trying to buckle you in the car, at which point you lift your drooping eyes and stare at his figure leaning over you. “you’re so handsome it makes me angry,” you accuse suddenly, brows furrowing in a way that makes seungcheol laugh — surprised, but endeared, as he tugs on a strand of your hair and pulls away.

“thank you,” he pronounces, with a mock bow, before shutting your car door and getting in on the other side.

he’s barely left the street when you start crying.

he doesn’t notice at first, only when you start sniffling — at which point his head whips towards you: “holy sh— baby, are you crying?”

“yes!” you wail, rubbing at your eyes furiously. his eyes are flicking rapidly between you and the road, one hand reaching out to grasp yours.

“what’s wrong? what happened?”

“you happened!” you choke through a dramatic sob, pushing his hand away. “you’re so mean. you’re mean to me, seungcheol.”

“mean— what did i do?” seungcheol’s worries features pull into a frown, and he rakes a hand through his hair. “tell me, baby, i’ll fix it. i swear.”

“that, for starters! the baby thing!” you declares, waving your hand with a grimace. “you make me all mushy inside and that’s mean — and you ask me if i’m fine and i say yes and i’m lying, by the way, so i guess i’m mean too — and you’re so pretty and — i don’t know! is this a game? am i a game?”

seungcheol had started pulling over halfway through your speech, and now he turns to face you properly, hands reaching towards you, and then faltering — he starts saying something, something brilliant and comforting and sweet, you’re sure, but you’re already cutting him off in your drunken fervour.

“i think,” and you hiccup here, sniffing weakly and turning away from him, “i think i might start loving you soon, and i just — i thought — maybe you could like me back, even a little, you know.”

this time, seungcheol does reach out for you, cupping your face, turning your face towards him slowly. “i do, baby,” he says softly, “more than a little, okay? much more.”

you lean against his tender touch with a weak sniffle and pitiful eyes gazing at him. “a lottle?”

a smile curves his lips. “yeah,” he agrees gently. “i like you a lottle.” he pauses, thumbing away your tears with delicate touches. “so don’t cry, okay? i don’t like seeing you sad — and,” he adds suddenly, like he’s just remembered, “i don’t like it when you call me seungcheol, okay?”

“that’s your name,” you say weakly. “what else do i call you?”

“cheol,” he suggests, “cheollie. baby.” he pauses, looks at you for a moment. “boyfriend.”

“okay, boyfriend,” you say, giggling suddenly. “take me home.”

an / this is requested by an anon as part of my 1k celebration event! prompt was the song cruel summer by taylor swift <3

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For the sleepover I was wondering if you could write smth about hhu and the being clingy and whiney while fucking their partner. Like imagine them already being as close as can be while fucking and them just saying "I want more" or "I can't get enough" while their partner is probably so overwhelmed to the point they might have slid into subspace lol

seungcheol: "im right here baby," just coos over you and holds you as close as he possibly can, lets his lips drag all over your skin and would make you cum as hard as possible to take your mind off everything

wonwoo: just caresses your cheek as gently as he can while he's fucking you senseless, would whisper sweet and filthy words to you that only send you further into subspace and spends hours afterwards looking after you

mingyu: is worried at first, but then realizes you're just very very clingy and would be pulling you in closer, your skin connecting with his and making sure to keep you as close to him as he possibly can

vernon: he would be a little confused, because he's already really close to you? but then realizes you're slipping into subspace and need comfort and support so does what he does best and kisses you until you cum

tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, pure comfort fluff, crying, mentions of prolonged spells of sadness, reader is going through a hard time and seungcheol provides comfort, that’s about it | wc: 603

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‘seungcheoooool’ you whine, staggering your steps while walking up to your boyfriend. his arms immediately open wide, waiting to receive you with a big hug.

‘cheollie, i’m sad’

‘that’s it. who do i need to fight?’ he puts his most menacing face on, only to look extremely adorable in his efforts.

you giggle, ‘me. you need to fight me because it's my brain that’s making me sad without any reason'

‘listen if i need to fight you, i’ll fight you man’ he balls his fists up, giving you a playful little punch on your cheek, accompanying it with a silly ‘psch’ sound effect.

‘but no, tell me, what’s wrong, baby?’ he asks in pout ‘my precious little bae-bee’

‘i don’t know’ you sigh, sinking back into his arms ‘i just feel…sad?’ he rubs your back in soothing circles, swaying you gently from side to side.

‘mmhm, i know what you mean. how can i make it better, my love?’ you shake your head, rubbing it into his chest ‘i don’t think you can’

‘not you’ you clarify so as not to make him overthink which you’re sure he’s already started doing. you’re right.

‘as in nothing can. i’m just sad. have been for the last couple of weeks. i don’t know, i just feel so…tired’ he knows he’s not supposed to take your words personally, but it hurts him. not only does he feel awful that you waited this long to confide in him, he also feels like a massive failure for not noticing anything was wrong in the first place.

he hugs you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. he’s a little lost honestly, unable to understand how to fix this, or what even needs fixing. he’s always been able to do something to take the pain away, but for the first time he doesn’t have an answer and he hates it.

it’s not like you were hiding it from him all this time; you thought the feeling would go away like it usually did but it stayed for a week, and then like a bad guest it stayed for another one, plus one more, and after that it felt too heavy a burden to share.

‘it’s been going on for so long, and i don’t know w-what to do a-anymore’ your voice shakes, dangerously close to breaking. you think you’ve successfully swallowed that lump in your throat but then seungcheol strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, so affectionately, you immediately burst into tears.

‘hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?’ he pulls back and grabs your face with both hands, his face falling when he sees yours ‘oh baby’ your tear-filled eyes, those big wet drops rolling down your soft cheeks, and your wobbly chin — they all make his heart hurt. he’s so worried but he doesn’t let it show, calmly wiping your tears away.

‘it’s okay, it’ll be okay, i’m right here, yeah? i’m right here’ his eyes are big and hopeful. you nod twice, inhaling in sudden sharp breaths.

‘come here’ he holds you as tight as he can without hurting you, cradling your head protectively in his hands ‘i’m so sorry i don’t know how to fix this but we’ll figure it out together, okay? it’ll be okay’

you nod, continuing to sob against his chest, and he lets you, telling you to let it all out, cry as much as you want for as long as you need.

that’s all he can think of to do, and if he needs to hold you forever to make it even a little better, he gladly will.